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May live, when all those stars have gone
Through blest, through dear eternity ;
Or hoped to be, together share.
“ Is dearer yet. Come, then, my love,
My own, my own again to see;
And be beloved for evermore. “For evermore on heaven's bright shore ; Where all is for thee, love, in store, Thy full, dear longings that I've seen, As in thy dreams, sweet dreams I've been. “ I've been, and seen thy bleeding heart
Since we were called of heaven to part,
“ 'Twill live above, and mine for thee,
Where all the pure of heart are known ;
ARRIVED AT LAST, THOUGH NOT LAST OR LEAST.
from the mouth of the Rio Bravo del Norte has been against head winds, and amid calms, so as to render us impatient, at times, under the expectation that the John Adams may have had a quick run to Pensacola, and may again have sailed, with our letters, before we shall have reached the same port. The Cumberland, however, made the best of her capabilities, under disadvantageous circumstances; and every puff of favoring breeze yielded its impulse to a spread of canvas, that courted its influence. At six bells, the first watch, the night breeze bearing us along at a respectable rate, the cry from the tops announced the Barrancas' light, two points on our lee bow, and declared us to be within a few miles of the anchorage off the Navy Yard, Pensacola. The frigate, impatient of the comparatively long delay on her course, had spread some unusual sails, wide wings and high kites having set all her studding-sails, high and low-sky-sails-gaff top-sails-and main-top-gallant-stay-sail—for she was unwilling to be an. other night at sea.
The surface of the deep was even, and the motion of the ship hardly perceptible, as she cut her way on her night course. Nor was she long, before the desirable depth of soundings was found—the anchors let go—and a gun boomed over the water, to tell the Potomac (she having joined us during the day) that we had anchored, and to follow our motion, and with us, wait for the break of day and pilots, to take the ships over the bar, and put them in their berth, off the Navy Yard. And all this entrance into the inner bay was accomplished as the beautiful morning of May 29th advanced, with its sunshine and its breeze. The pass over the bar and entrance into this inner bay, formed by Santa Rosa island and the main land, is defended by heavy fortifications, which showed us, as we con
templated their bearings and threatening fronts, how securely the entrance is defended against an enemy, and how certainly it proffers protection to friends. The passage is beautiful and unique. What is strikingly peculiar, is the appearance of the beach, as it extends its white lines along the shores. The sand, as stainless and colorless as the new fallen snow, in contrast with a green and sparse scrubby growth, presents the appearance of long lines of surf, dashing on the beach, every way and every where-on point and on the longer ranges of the shores of both the island and the main. We passed handsomely in, followed by the Potomac-making a “flying moor,” and swinging around, in our place, with the Adams again, as our beautiful but smaller neighbour. Thus had the Adams not left the harbor; and though, having started five days before us, and we ourselves having had a long passage, she had arrived only two days previous to the Cumberland. The Adams had met a gale; and like ourselves, had beaten against head-winds; but all, at last, successfully reaching this frequent rendezvous of THE HOME SQUADRON.
LETTERS—they are the blessed angels (äyysłoi) which we expect to come on their wings to meet us, as the messengers that bear to us the salutations, for which we turn and long, on our arrival at a new port, before we look for new friends or circumstances of any new interest. Are those we love, well—has God protected them and are they happy? If the breaking of seals and the perusal of communications from home, tell us all this, we, also, are comparatively happy and well, and then, turn to other scenes, which may
and inquire for their interest and what bearing they may have, to add knowledge to our observation -pleasure, in the formation of new acquaintances—and for the agreeable passage of time, while the ship shall be lying at her moorings on the bosom of some new bay, that washes the shores of some before unvisited region.
But these neighboring shores and these surrounding waters, which are contemplated from the deck of our fri. gate, I have before seen, Yet it was some years ago, and before I had been quite around the world, in my wanderings. It was among the earliest and wildest adventures of my youth; and yet, was accomplished for observation of my own country, in its length and in its breadth, before I sought for observation, in countries abroad. And I then thought,